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CHAPTER TWO

Jacob awoke to the sound of breathing next to him. His ears immediately perked up and his eyes darted about, trying to find the source of the noise. He found it sitting in a chair across the room from him, reading a book. Edward's beautiful eyes rested gently on the image of the now awake figure on his couch.

"Sorry, breathing again," Edward said as he blushed.

"Yeah...Um, I should probably go." Jacob turned to stand but realized he wasn't clothed. He looked at Edward, shyness in his face, and he didn't need his mind reading to understand. He nodded toward the coffee table beside Jacob, on which a pair of shorts and a shirt sat.

"I'll be downstairs. Esme is making you some food," he uttered as he left the room. Jacob was surprised at the kindness shown by the bloodsuckers he had been taught to hate all of his life, but he was comforted by it as well. Soon, he was dressed and walking down the stairs to see the brown haired one—he guessed Esme—cooking pasta. Rosalie and Alice were talking at the table and Jasper and the other guy were watching a football game on television. It was almost like a normal family, minus the blood-drinking part.

Edward appeared behind him and whispered in his ear. "It's okay, they don't bite. Well, not humans anyway." His hot breath fell down Jacob's spine, causing shivers to run around his body. Oddly, he liked the sensation. Edward gently lead the tan boy into the kitchen and Esme looked up and smiled at him.

"Hello Jacob, do you like spaghetti?" she asked, a hint of warmth in her voice. He nodded and she smiled. "Perfect. It'll be done in a few minutes. Edward, could you please bring him to Carlisle? He's in his study and wishes to speak to the both of you." He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he followed Edward behind a door into a large room filled with books and a huge desk. A comfortable aroma drifted about, relaxing his muscles. The tall, older vampire walked into the room.

"Ahh Jake, feeling better?" he asked in that doctor-voice.

"Yes," was all he could say. Edward stepped forward next to the other vampire.

"You were in shock earlier, when you tried to fight me. The shock caused you to change form and pass out." His voice was soothing to Jacob.

"Yes, now well it's best that you don't change into your wolf form for a few days just to make sure your levels are okay. Do you think Billy would mind if you stayed here for a week or so?"

"I am not staying here with your kind!" he said, backing away.

"I understand that I'm asking a lot. But from a medical perspective, you've got no other option. Call your dad and see what he thinks," he said as he handed Jacob his cellphone. Jake took it reluctantly and dialed his father's number. No way he would ever agree to make him stay here!

"Hello? Cullen?" a rough voice answered.

"Hey dad, it's me Jake."

"Thank God! Wait, why are you there?"

"Look, I entered this shock and Carlisle thinks its dangerous for me to change form. He wants to monitor me for a few days to make sure I'm okay. Please tell me I can't—"

"Stay there. Look, I know you may not like them but the Cullens are good people and I trust Carlisle's opinion. Do whatever he says and I'll call you in the morning."

"But dad—"

"No buts!" he said, cutting off Jake. "Just please? You haven't been the same since you found out about Bella. This could be good for you." The dial tone ended their conversation. Carlisle smiled at him, obviously hearing the entire thing, and nodded.

"You can sleep in Edward's room for now. Ed, I trust you'll play nice?"

"Yes sir, I promise we won't kill each other by the end of the night," he said jokingly. Carlisle just rolled his eyes and smiled at them, flashing his extremely white teeth. Jacob was half angered that he was practically a prisoner now, but the other half of him was happy that he could spend more time with Edward—or, um, more time around people who loved Bella.

"Boys! Dinner time!" Esme hollered from the other room. This is gonna be an interesting night, Jacob thought.

"Tell me about it," Edward smiled.

If anyone had ever been in a more awkward situation than Jacob it would be a miracle. He sat at their dining room table eating a plate of food with what felt like a thousand eyes on him. Edward sat next to him, Alice on his other side. The two of the seven vampires whom Jacob trusted the most. Every now and then, a sense of calmness rushed over him—emotion caused by Jasper, the one who could control feelings. Edward could feel his uneasiness and laid his hand on Jacob's leg, trying to give him a sense of security.

He swallowed all of his food and Esme smiled at him. "I'll take care of the dishes sweetie. Go on upstairs."

Edward's room was the one place in that house that Jake could relax in and he didn't know why. Edward followed him, stopping to sit next to him on the couch. "Feeling any better?"

"Can you stop that?" he asked.

"Stop what?"

"Stop pretending that you actually give a damn about how I feel. I know you hate me just as much as I hate you."

"I never said I hated you Jacob. We were just...we just both loved her, okay? You aren't the only one who lost her you know." Edward was right. All of this time, Jacob was concerned for himself. That wasn't the Alpha thing to do at all—even if Edward wasn't his favorite person in the world, he owed him for helping him earlier. He scooted over and set his hand on Edward's shoulder, who now had a tear falling down his face.

"You know, it's okay to cry." Jacob said.

"I just...I don't wanna move on," he said as he fell into Jacob's lap. A stunned Jake just ran his fingers through his hair and told him how it would be okay, which he honestly had no idea of how it could.